The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1887-08-04
cold Sumptuary" No More! !!
THE WORLD Do MOVE p

The exit of"Old Sumptuary" marks an era in
| the history of American politics. His demise
will be hard on the political wits. 1t will ne.
cessitate stock of jokes Democracy no
longer suggests the laws of the s'Medes and Per-
| sians.' The exit of cold Sump" is evidence
that the party is not immutable No, no, my
friends, Democracy is not "the same yesterday,
to-day and forever" Many had come to be-
lieve that "Old Sump" was as indispensable to
Democratic platform as cork-screw to a
Democratic Convention. Not SO! The party
comes forth this year with a brand splinter new
plank on the liquor question, and while it is
not much of a change it is great relief.
Who dares charge Democracy with being
"rock-ribbed and ancient as the sum-" in the
face of this phenomenal fact? The disappear
a1ce of this venerable character from Demo-
cratic politics starts trooping through the mind
a whole cavalcade of refiections-whence?
whittier? and why? The origin of "Old Sump"
is enveloped in mystery-so OF his exit. In this
sense he is like the wind-sno man knoweth
whence he cometh or whittier he goeth.' He
was present at Persian feast as early as 521 B.
c., where drinking according to law"
From time TO time he appeared in Grecian and
Roman legislation, and at feasts he hung up
skeleton before the people, that when tempted
to gluttony or bibulousity, they might be
strained. He next appeared in the legislation
of England and France, about the 10th and 18th
centuries. The wives and daughters of the
kings and lords ran wild on fashions. This
craze applied to the whole female wardrobe.
The dudes of the realm were equally extrava-
CANT in their way. The result was that Doodle
ran low. The common people could not furn-
ish it fast enough, and they also got tired. 1t
was then that 'Old Sump" appeared upon the
scene and called halt. He now drops out of
sight. Nothing is heard of him for several CEN
turies. But 10! one day he bobs up serenely in
the Democratic platform, and for years he has
been associated with that immortal document.
We looked for his annual return as we looked
for the return of dog-days, but we old fellows
have been kicked out at last. He was never
anything but sort of scarecrow any way.
The fact has several lessons. The hoary in
stitution has seen light, and Vishnu-like is
at last arousi4g from his six thousand years of
slumber. There is hope, not for Democracy,
but for Prohibition. This isinfinitesimala advance
on the part of Democracy speaks volumes. A
missionary speaks thus of the heather African
coming to civilization. "He approaches the
camp first in the dress of his birth, and de-
mands something to eat, next something to
wear on his head-perhaps plug hat This is
considered a long stride upward. The physical
and mental have both been reached. He next
instead of sitting flat down on the ground as
formerly, calls for a three legged stool!" "Now,"
says the Missionary, "this may seem small
thing to others, but the distance between that
heather sitting three-legged stool, regal
ed with plug hat, and the depths from which
he emerged, is iufinite." The bouncing of sold
Sump," though a small thing in itself, is signif-
cant in connection with the immutability of
Democracy. Now, Temperance Democrats, it's
time for you 10 migrate. Get up and dust
There is absolutely no hope in the Democratic
party. It's advance is like the glaciers Let us
go over and possess the land OF Prohibition.
F. r. CROOKS.